The Loony Bin
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Sat, 8 Jun 1996 12:32:59 +0100
Hiya Loonies...
Here we go again...
Wishes & Dreams...
- ANDREA
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Sam has been in the computer business for 25 years and is finally sick
of the stress. He quits his job and buys 50 acres of land in Vermont as
far from humanity as possible.
Sam sees the postman once a week and gets groceries once a month.
Otherwise, it's total peace and quiet. After six months or so of almost
total isolation, he's finishing dinner when someone knocks on his door.
He opens it and sees a big, bearded Vermonter standing there.
"Name's Enoch...your neighbor from four miles over the ridge...having a
party Saturday...thought you'd like to come."
"Great," says Sam, "after six months of this I'm ready to meet some
local folks. Thank you."
As Enoch is leaving he stops, "Gotta warn you there's gonna be some
drinkin."
"Not a problem...after 25 years in the computer business, I can do that
with the best of them."
Again, as he starts to leave Enoch stops. "More 'n' likely gonna be some
fightin, too."
Damn, Sam thinks...tough crowd. "Well, I get along with people. I'll be
there. Thanks again. What should I wear?"
Enoch stops in the door again and says "Whatever you want, it's just
gonna be the two of us."